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moraysoiree · 1 year

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characters: Rook Hunt x gn!reader tags: smut, dom!reader, reader is shorter than Rook, gn!reader ('reine' – french for 'queen' is used), clothed sex, heels, biting, mentions of blood, slight humiliation word count: 1354

Halloween is the busiest time of year, and most important in terms of boosting the prestige of your alma mater, too. All the more reason to spare no effort in preparation. And so you do, making sure to look your best in the vampire getup Pomefiore have chosen this year. The last touch to your look being the highest heels you could find in Vil’s wardrobe, the deadly and imposing creature of the night image is designed to inspire the basest of fears in the onlooker and pin them to the ground for the taking. And you get the chance to see it in action rather quickly, with your lover as lab rabbit, no less.

As you enter the still empty Hall of Mirrors, the first one to notice you is Rook. He freezes completely right in the midst of a conversation, staring at your form as you approach him, making it more and more obvious that your heels give the usually much shorter you a rare opportunity to tower over him. His conversation partner long gone (everybody knows how insufferable you two are together and prefers to avoid those displays to the best of their ability), Rook comes closer to you, admiration written all over his face as plain as black ink on white paper. ‘Mon amour,’ he takes your hand to his lips and presses a kiss, looking up at you in reverence, ‘Your radiance is most blinding today.’ His eyes travel up and down your body, soaking in this new position you two find yourselves in. ‘Had I known high heels would impress you so, I would’ve worn them much sooner,’ you giggle. ‘Nothing is ever to escape your attention, as expected of the possessor of my heart,’ he laments at being discovered so easily, but you stop him with a finger to his lips. ‘Meet me in the sideroom in an hour,’ and you’re gone with a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving him longing and yearning for your withdrawing presence.

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless. ‘You are positively enchanting today, mon amour. I feel like I would do anything under this mesmeric gaze.’

You are stricken with a curious idea at that declaration. ‘Anything at all?’ you question, all but baring your teeth in a carnivorous smile. ‘Anything, ma reine’, he echoes and kisses a lock of your hair gently, as if to underscore his intent. It takes you a lot not to let out a chuckle of anticipation for what’s to come next.

‘Kneel,’ your voice is firm and leaves no room for debate. Not that there would be any, really, with the way Rook’s eyes widen a bit, laying his emotions to you out on a plate. He processes the order, his eyes crease in delight. Without a word, he complies, slowly descending before you as his hand finds the slit of your dress and slides up your leg. His gaze unfalteringly fixed on yours, Rook kisses your thigh time after time, leaving black lipstick marks all over. His eyes are deep and hungry, you’ve ever seen him look like that at you – as if you are the most fascinating and delicate songbird an archer could lay his gaze upon. And this archer, as of now, is caught in the headlights and at the edge of the arrow you are pointing at him.

With a smile, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, making him fall back a little in surprise. It’s painfully obvious how much this little game of cat and mouse is affecting him. Rook’s expression becomes a tiny bit frenzied in agitation, you know this look to emerge a short moment before he loses control. ‘Uh-huh,’ you chide. ‘Was it not you who said he would do anything for sa reine?’ His face falls theatrically and he throws his hands in the air in defeat, ‘I beg you to pardon my frivolities, but however am I expected to stay still when overwhelmed with such all-consuming beauty? Will you grace this lowly servant with your forgiveness, votre majesté?’ You giggle. ‘I will, for I am a kind ruler,’ you catch yourself thinking that that just now has sounded like a very poor impression of Crowley, but throw this annoying face (or mask, actually) out of your head immediately. ‘Now, how shall my chevalier repent, I wonder,’ you hum. Then your eyes sparkle, and you put your heel onto Rook’s chest, making him fall back even further as he caresses your calf and lowers his head to leave kisses there, too. The way he holds your shin is nothing short of a person holding the most exquisite of treasures, worshipping every inch of your skin with his lips.

His face is thoroughly flushed, and the hooded eyes, fixed on yours with an overflowing desire, leave little to imagination. ‘My, what a peculiar hunter! How he enjoys being driven into the corner,’ you drawl as you slide your leg down to a very telling bulge in his pants. ‘What an unusual display.’ His breath hitches when you press down, fingers tightening around your ankle. ‘Ma reine claims to be merciful, only to mock her poor servant so’, he sighs and shakes his head in fake dejection. You ignore his jests, silently lower onto his lap and push him down by the shoulders, still meeting no resistance whatsoever. You feel Rook grasp your waist with his hands desperately, but don’t break eye contact even for a moment, as you know that your prey will leap onto you the second you lose vigilance. You wrap your hand around his neck and close the distance between your faces, kissing his jawline. ‘Look at you, completely at my mercy now.’ ‘And wouldn’t have it any other way, mon amour,’ Rook whispers, not even trying to hide how he revels in this defeat. You tighten your hand on his neck, and snake the other one between you to cup his dick through the clothes. ‘Tell me?’, you urge him playfully. ‘You are the most fascinating creature to ever grace the lands of this world,’ he manages in a shaky voice as you continue stroking him through the velvety fabric of the fancy vampire costume. He looks the most breathtaking like this, elegant and strong yet still overpowered and bound to your will of his own volition. ‘Were you a wild savannah beast, I would gladly be devoured by your razor-sharp canines and torn by your knife-like claws, if only to surrender to your majestic beauty one last time and quench your bloodthirst,’ white-hot wave engulfs your mind and you clutch his dick harder, letting go of the neck just to yank his head back by the hair and clamp your teeth down on the tender skin so hard as if drawing blood is truly what you intend to do. He comes with a moan, and you keep stroking him through the aftershocks without unclenching your jaws. Only after you feel Rook still do you stop and raise your head to look at him.

The sight awaiting you is gratifying: ragged breaths escaping his chest, parted lips with smudged black lipstick, and, all the more thrilling, the delirious and disoriented look in his half-lidded eyes – it satisfies your hunger better than any hearty meal ever could. You leave a tender kiss on his forehead and get up, leaving Rook down on the floor beneath you, motionless and utterly ruined. You plant your heels on both sides of his head and look down, making sure to commit this sight to memory. ‘Come on, mon petit lapin, it’s high time we got back to work,’ your right shoe nudges his cheek softly and you leave, the clacking of your heels thinning out as you exit the room. Paralyzed, Rook moves no muscle in his body, his glassy eyes just boring the ceiling with a thousand-yard stare.

‘Beauté…’

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kingschclar · 1 year

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cw: sub!rook, blowjobs/cunnilingus/rimming (depends on ur biological sex or whatever u want), gn!reader (genitalia isn’t specificed)

rook would be the KING of oral. i can’t explain why but it makes sense. he’s so good with his mouth and he absolutely lives to serve and please you. he’d have such a passionate gaze as he looks up at your face, scrunched up with pleasure. his tongue moves almost expertly and if you looked into his eyes, you could practically see how smitten he was with you.

he wants to make his love feel good! he wants you to be so happy! he’ll obey any commands you give him, even if its telling him to stop and pull away. he’d be a little disappointed, since you taste so sweet, afterall. he wouldn’t even touch himself as he gets you off, though he could probably cum just from giving you head alone.

#; — sealed w a kiss. ares #dom reader #sub twisted wonderland #sub twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #twst #twst smut #rook hunt #sub rook #rook smut #rook hunt smut #sub character

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applesaucethatsme · 4 months

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i NEED more pathetic rook, its a craving that i have to search the more... interesting parts of the fandom for (if that even makes sense) anyways, i absolutely love him hes so silly but it would be nice to see him so utterly obsessed with his s/o

like maybe all of his crushes rejected him because they thought he was weird due to his weird ass habits 😭 not me though

heart eyes rook staring lovingly at his s/o without them knowing 💀💀 this man is submissive and ready to do anything for his s/o 🤗

#charlie rambles about stupid shit #twisted wonderland #twst #twst rook #twst rook hunt #rook hunt headcanons #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #hes so silly i love him #sub rook hunt

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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So, it seems that Catboy Idia will forever have residence in my brain.

featuring: trans idia, afab he/she vil, Rook being a pervert

Imagine, if you will:

Catboy Idia as Vil and Rook’s new pet. He’s very shy, of course, always hiding in his baggy sweaters and wrapping his fiery blue tail around himself. He would warm up eventually, but that sheepish nature would never completely go away.

That’s what makes him so fun to tease.

Rook is most definitely the worst offender. Always tugging on his sensitive little tail, making him mewl and whine, tugging up his shirt to expose his tummy, always toying with the fabric of his shorts.

But i’d imagine Vil would want in on it too. He’d be more subtle with it, though. Planting himself on Idia’s lap even when there’s plenty of room on the couch, mindlessly messing with his hair, brushing up against him and letting her warm breath fan over his neck.

Although, Rook would be the one to up the ante the first time Idia went into heat.

It would be a full week of nothing but a red faced Idia, the house(re:mansion) almost constantly ringing with his desperate moans.

Rook insists that he should wear as little as possible; it’s more comfortable that way, but really he just enjoys having access to his cunt whenever he likes. Idia can’t stand still for two seconds without Rook lifting his oversized sweater, making him cover his face in embarrassment. It’s true that this made things easier, and that Idia’s heat was making him desperately horny, but so many of these “precautions” Rook insisted on were just so embarrassing, like how he insists that Idia keep a toy stuffed deep in his cunt whenever he’s home alone with no one to take care of him. And, if Rook comes home to find Idia’s removed it OR tried to make himself cum without permission, a punishment will certainly be in order.

It’d be even worse once Vil got in on it. For one week every month, her strap on sees more work than you could even imagine. He’d sit on the couch with it on, commanding Idia to come sit down on his lap, merely chuckling at his embarrassment as he hides in her neck when Rook walks in. He simply sits next to Vil as if nothing is wrong, giving her a quick kiss and carrying on with a casual conversation. What’s not so casual, though, is the way his hand slides up Idia’s back, eventually finding his tail; a perfect little toy to tug on.

Rook demands that Idia always has his cunt ready for them, that he never ever tries to hide from them. Idia obeys, even if he goes red hot when Rook stares at his bare pussy, going on and on about how beautiful it is, how wet it is for him.

I think Idia would be the kind of pet you’d want a collar for. That way Vil can control him, control his pleasure, even though he rarely ever has to when he’s so well behaved. It’s merely for her own entertainment, to watch him whimper as she pulls him closer.

For one week a month, Idia turns into the perfect, pliant little toy. For one week a month, no matter how humiliating a task, Idia will do it. For one week a month Idia gladly presents his cunt to Vil and Rook, showing off the way it drips and soaks his thighs.

For one week a month, they have a personal catboy to use however they see fit.

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snowshail · 2 years

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Rook is so into pred/prey ~

Rook loves when you surprise him by coming up behind him and putting your hand over his mouth and breathing on his neck.

Rook loves when you chase him around like a rabbit.

Rook loves when the tables are being turned on him.

Rook loves being prey ~

#sub twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #gn reader #dom reader #sub twisted wonderland #twst #Rook hunt #Sub rook

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 11: Pet play + panty sniffing

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom bottom afab gn reader, sub top Rook Hunt, pet play, panty sniffing, degradation, masochism, humilation, premature ejaculation, praise, heavy dumbification, google translate french lmao

terms used for reader: entrance, hole

You don't have to say a thing when you open the door, revealing Rook with his face pressed into a pair of your underwear. He made eye contact with you as soon as you'd entered (he wanted to be caught so of course he was on high alert waiting for you). All you have to do is give him a look and he removes the garments from his face with a whine.

"Naughty bunny," you tut as you close and lock the door behind you. Rook is practically vibrating under your gaze.

"Really," you start, crossing the space between you, "you're acting more like a pig than a good bunny." Of course you’re only mildly shocked to find him like this, but the growing heat and wetness between your legs reveals how much you like it.

"Non," Rook whispers, but his eyes are lit up with excitement at your degradation.

"No? You are my good bunny?" You ask, taking the underwear from his hands. Rook nods his head and you smile, "then show me," he knows exactly what your command means.

Obediently he turns back to your dresser, taking his bunny ears out, along with his fluffy white tail butt plug and lube. He undresses himself quickly while still making sure he doesn’t wrinkle his clothes (being the perfect vice housewarden of Pomefiore that he is), looking at you occasionally to make sure you’re still watching him.

He attaches his ears to his head and lays on your bed, slicking up his fingers then hastily pressing them inside himself. Rook makes quick work of opening himself up, letting out the sweetest moans and whimpers as he does so.

“You’re stretched enough,” you tell him after a moment, not because Rook would get off on his fingers without your permission, but because you’re eager to move on.

“Yes master,” he agrees quietly, carefully removing his fingers from himself and slides in his tail. Rook then pulls himself off the bed, standing in front of you, bowing his head in submission.

Again you close the space between the two of you, reaching up to adjust his ears- they weren’t sloppy, you just want to hear the way his breathing quickens when you reach out to touch him.

“Turn around,” you tell him softly, not even sparing a glance at his hard, red cock. Rook does as he’s told, turning so you can see his ass and the fluffy tail now settled between his cheeks. You let a hand come down to squeeze his ass, grinning when Rook lets out a choked sound at the sensation. You’d bet money that his hole is fluttering around his plug right now.

“I know you weren’t trying to be naughty,” you run your hand from his ass up his back, “you’re just a silly bunny” Rook whines softly when you tug on the back of his hair, “who doesn't know any better, isn’t that right?”

“Oui,” he gasps out. You manhandle him around, so he’s facing you again. His cheeks are flushed now, his normally sharp and attentive green eyes lidded as he looks at you through his lashes.

“My horny, dumb bunny,” you coo, leaning in to kiss him. Rook, who is desperate for affection and attention at this point, tries to deepen the kiss. You pull away before he can,

“If I ask you a question will you have enough brains to answer?” you ask, running your hands down his chest and towards his groin.

“Oui master,” he mumbles softly, his eyes flicking down in anticipation to where your hands will go.

“Do you want me to fuck your slutty bunny hole,” he squeezes his eyes closed, and lets out a guttural moan when you finally take a hold of his neglected cock. “Or,” you begin stroking him slowly, “do you want to fuck me, and give me your litter?” He gasps, leaning into your touch, his cock twitching at your words.

You continue to stroke him, but when you don’t receive an answer after a few minutes, you pinch at the head of his cock.

“Merde,” he gasps, his hips rutting up involuntarily,

“I need an answer, dumb bunny,” you remind him, pecking his lips as you go back to stroking him.

“Ah,” he licks his lips after you kiss him, “s'il vous plaît, may I please fuck you master,” he asks so sweetly.

“Good bunny,” you praise, kissing him again, and granting him the privilege of your tongue inside his mouth. When you pull away he’s breathless already, his pupils dilated. “Sit on the bed,” you command, pushing him gently back.

Rook tries (and fails) to muffle the sound that comes out of him when he sits on the bed, pushing the plug deeper into his hole. You leave your shirt on- enjoying the imbalance of him being fully nude while you’re clothed- and take off your pants. The next to come off are your freshly soaked panties, which you unceremoniously toss at him. Rook catches them, and brings them to his face, moaning loudly as he inhales like a drowning man coming up for air.

While he’s preoccupied with that you straddle his lap, taking the lube and quickly doing the bare minimum of prep work to your entrance. When your fingers leave your body and you instead turn your attention to coating Rook’s cock, he peeks out from behind your underwear.

“Barely had to prep myself for your tiny bunny cock,” you tease, squeezing his base gently. Rook moans, but it’s muffled by the panties.

Stabilizing yourself by placing your hands on his chest you carefully hoist yourself up, lining his dick with your hole.

Both of you groan as you sink down on his dick. With the amount of lube you used and how wet you are combined, it doesn’t take long for you to be fully seated on top of him. You take Rook’s hands in yours, lowering the underwear from his face.

“Show me how good of a bunny you can be,” you murmur softly. Rook discards your underwear, wrapping his arms around you instead. He holds you close as he begins to frantically rut his hips up into you. “Oh there we go,” you praise, shakily tucking his hair behind his ear, then playing with his faux bunny ones.

It’s not often that Rook fucks you, and it’s even less often for him to do so in this headspace, so you nearly forget how wild he gets. You’d nearly mistake him for a beastman with the way he ruts into you like an animal, keening and whimpering, nuzzling his face into your skin and inhaling deeply.

“Good,” you groan out breathlessly, “good boy Rook, fuck-fucking me so well,” you praise, curling your fingers in his hair and tugging. Rook babbles something incoherent, something that’s probably a mix of French and English that you can’t be bothered with deciphering as his cock fills and leaves you at an inconsistent pace.

He humps his dick into you like a good bunny, drawing all sorts of praise and noise from you, until his hands are grasping frantically at your skin- a telltale sign that he’s going to cum soon.

“Hah- cumming,” he gasps, and you’re surprised he’s speaking at all, nevertheless speaking in English.

“Mngh, gonna cum bunny?” he nods, his ears bunny flopping around cutely. “That’s okay, ah, you can cum, fuh-fill me up,” he lets out a cry that sounds almost like your name, snapping his hips up into you roughly as he cums with your permission. You groan, your hands tightening into fists at the sensation.

“Master,” he whines softly when he finally catches his breath, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“Oh I know bunny,” you cup one of his cheeks gently, “you feel bad getting off before me, huh?” he nods, leaning into your touch. “It’s okay, my dumb little bunny, you’ll make me cum, won’t you?” Rook nods again, more enthusiastically, “good. At least you know how to do that.”

Rook gives you a pleased grin, and for lack of better words, you know the two of you are going to be fucking like rabbits all night long.

#spice #kinktober/2022 #sub rook hunt #sub twst #cw pet play #cw panty sniffing #cw dumbification #cw degradation #cw masochism #cw humiliation #been super into premature ejaculation lately idk whats up with that hehe #also wow.. I actually like this one :P i def went over the word count i set for myself but i cant help it rook is too hot sorry #i mean its way too similar to day 6 for my liking but whatever

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pixieberry992 · 1 year

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My art for the Nevermoor Big Bang! I was paired with @frayro-called-frey and you can read their fic with the link!

@nevermoorcentral @nevermoorbigbang

[IMAGE ID: A digital drawing of Rook Rosenfeld and Lambeth Amara from Nevermoor. They are sitting in front of a large, ornately engraved fireplace, talking. There is a roaring fire which is projecting orange light on the characters and the ground before it. Lam is sitting on the left, with her legs crossed, staring at the fire and Rook is on the right with one leg before her talking to Lam directly. Lam is wearing the Wunsoc uniform and Rook is wearing a dark purplish grey dress. Apart from the fire the background is mostly dark. IMAGE ID END]

#nevermoor #hollowpox #hollowpox the hunt for morrigan crow #nevermoor big bang #lambeth amara #rook rosenfeld #fireplace #they’re hard to draw #nevermoor fanart #unit 919 #wundrous society #proudfoot house #sub-nine

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 2 months

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can i request a fic with rook and a sadistic amab reader fulfilling his masochistic fantasies? literally just them going ROUGH

Hi, of course! Hope you like, I'm not sadistic dom myself, more of a soft one, but I tries my best!

Hunt a Prey (ft.rook)

Warnings: sub!rook, dom!amab!reader, slight s/m dynamics, spanking, degradation, blowjob, deep throat, face fucking, riding, kinda clothed sex, biting, mentions of blood play(?) nothing too serious

a/n: character is depicted as 18+ y/o

A sharp sound resonated across the dark room. Your palm hurt from how much it made contact with Rook's skin. His ass was a mess, littered with red shapes of what once resembled your hand.

"Have you learned your lesson now? Or should I spank your filthy ass another twenty times?" You were met with nothing more than a broken whine that turned into chokes as you brought your hand to Rook's butt. Massaging sensitive cheeks, you tilted his head to look at you.

His eyes were hazy, glossed with lust, a dumb smile played on his lips. He was enjoying himself too much, it seems, "Goodness, what a dumb bitch you are! Can't even answer a simple 'yes or no' question. I'm disappointed."

Rook drops his gaze, before he slowly places a hand over your clothed crotch. His silent question is met with your nod of approval. Freeing your dick of its restraints, Rook lets his tongue slide from your base to the tip. His eyes close at the taste of precum, as his lips wrap around the head, bobbing a bit.

"Is that all you can give me? Really pathetic, y'know?" You say, before grabbing a handful of Rook's messy blond locks. His eyes widen and practically roll to the back of his skull, as you use his mouth as a fleshlight. He gags, hands flying up to grab your thighs, but you continue abusing his throat like there's no tomorrow.

"Don't make that face, I know you love it rough. You're a stupid whore after all," Rook feels tears build in his eyes, wetting his cheeks. His jaws went slack, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth. "Shit, slut! Your throat is so tight."

You can almost feel your climax already, – the feeling of cumming in Rook's mouth, making him gag and choke on your load, then watching him struggle as he swallows it all, and finishing it by kissing him, tasting yourself on your own tongue. You have to stop yourself from cumming just from your fantasies.

You tug Rook off of your cock, earning a choked whine. He pants, dumb expression on his face. You pull him on your lap, not giving him anytime to prepare as your dick enters him halfway in one go. Rook swears in French, at least you think it's French with how slurred the words come out.

"Ride me," He nods, lifting his weight off your length, before slamming it down to the base. Sounds of skin-to-skin fill your room, as Rook struggles to keep his pace even. What's worse is how you left him to do all the work himself.

Oh, how cruel you were.

"Why so slow? Can't go any faster, hm? Too dumb and useless to do even that?" You scoff and slam your hips against his, your hands already around his waist, as you pick up the pace. Thanks to position you had him in, it was easier to hit deeper.

Nails drag across your spine, teeth dig in your shoulder, breaking skin and drawing blood. You hiss at sudden pain, pulling his hair to make him look at you. His lips are covered in a thin layer of your blood.

"Fucker," You kiss him, licking blood from his bottom lip, before darting your tongue in his open mouth. Metallic taste spreads on your taste buds, drawing a groan from you. Your hips snap at his, hand still in his hair, you grip Rook's hip till it's bruised. One more addition to his already bruise littered body, something he'll cherish until they disappear and he asks for more.

And you'll be glad to paint his skin purple, for as long as he begs for it.

#twisted wonderland #twst #sub!character #sub!twisted wonderland #sub!twst #dom!reader #rook hunt smut #rook hunt #sub!rook hunt #amab!dom!reader #amab!reader

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bluessmutifyplaylist · 4 months

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....... You are about to REGRET opening up request because I am ungodly horny (at all times).

Can I get Ruggie and Rook sharing a GN AFAB reader as their "prey". Lowkey devouring and leaving an obscene amount of marks.

Rook is running the show.... And his mouth.... and Rugs is just happy to put his own mouth to use. Tail wagging. Reader overstimulated and whimpering, but happy to "feed" her boys.

(I apologize for my atrocities. Have fun with this prompt lol.)

I asked for it lol

Warnings: Oral (Rook and Reader receiving), voyeurism (on Rook’s part), Rook is dominant, Ruggie and Reader are subs, Reader has a vagina but uses gender-neutral pronouns, brink of penetration

Ruggie Bucchi & Rook Hunt

You don’t remember how you got here. To be fair, you don’t remember much of anything. You were overstimulated beyond belief. However, your moans were muffled because you were gagging on a certain hunter’s dick. You couldn’t squirm much either because a certain hyena kept your hips still as he moaned into your cunt.

Well, if we roll back the tapes, Rook has always been a bit of a voyeur. He loves stalking people, so he was bound to see you and Ruggie having a rather passionate moment. However, you broke away when you asked if he could dominate you this time.

Unfortunately, it is not in a male hyena’s nature to be dominant. He was hesitant, and he was embarrassed that it wasn’t good enough. You pet his ears as you told him that it was alright, which gave the hunter an idea: what if he joined you both? That way you both could be satisfied in a ménage à trois.

When he asked you both, you were totally freaked out that he was spying on you both. But, the idea intrigued you two, and you talked about it. Ruggie agreed to it, and that’s how you ended up in this situation.

You hadn’t even been properly fucked yet, but you were already losing your mind. Now, you would be whimpering and moaning, begging for more, but because you were choking on Rook’s cock. Ruggie was in between your legs, face covered in your juices, tail wagging as he had one hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you still and one hand in his pants jerking himself off.

Eventually, Rook stilled with a groan, and you felt him cumming in your mouth. You would have to thank Vil for making the entire dorm go on a healthy diet, as it really made the Vice Housewarden’s cum taste good… Second thought, maybe you shouldn’t thank Vil.

“Who knew the trickster was so good at listening? They even swallowed without my having to tell them to! And Le Monsieur Dent-de-Lion! I could feel them trying to moan because of the pleasure you were giving them!” You were so confused on how this man was not panting from how hard he was thrusting into your mouth. Your jaw was sore.

“You should be down here next, Rook. They taste like heaven on Earth~” Ruggie snickered, wiping his mouth on his arm.

“I believe I should! Bonne idée!” He exclaimed. However, instead of getting in position to eat you out, he lined his cock up with your entrance. You looked to Ruggie to see if he had any issues with it, but he was already leaning his head back in pleasure as he stroked his own dick at an agonizing pace, waiting for you two to begin.

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dreamofjoys · 1 year

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

fandoms involved: genshin impact, twisted wonderland, bleach (not all characters are inside)

tw: big doms energy, reader is sub (fem reader only), orgasm denial, manhandling

18+, smut content below

GOES SLOWLY AND SENSUALLY,BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT MAKES YOU GO CRAZY. big hands digging into your ass cheeks, pulling your hips down to meet his pelvis. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, before retreating and meeting the spongy hole again. you could feel the veins adorning his cock grazing onto your walls, especially that one particular bulging vein at the side that touches your sweet spot every now and then. you shivered at the sensation, electricity shooting up from your spine and to your brain, leaving you in mushy thoughts. you beg him to go faster, but he only smiles in return. "why should i go faster? aren't you enjoying this?" he knows his right when you remain silent and can only look at him with your dumb fucked expression

MALLEUS DRACONIA, rook hunt, diluc ragnvindr, kamisato ayato, kuchiki byakuya

DOES IT LIKE NORMAL, EXCEPT HE CALLS THE SHOT. fucks you normally like any couple does. would go faster and faster just to chase his own release. you are reaching your high soon? he pulls out immediately, letting the high in you die down, denying you of any release. you look at him with teary eyes, hands wobbly grasping onto his as you beg your boyfriend to let you orgasm. he hums in satisfaction, before plunging back into you again and resuming back to business. he would occasionally deny you of what you want just to remind you that he is always in control.

LILIA VANROUGE, ROOK HUNT, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, KAEYA, al haitham, childe, kamisato ayato, zhongli, urahara kisuke, jugram haschwalth

HE'S ALREADY A BEAST, THUS FUCKING YOU LIKE NO TOMORROW. he holds you down by your neck, pushing your head to the pillow as he pounds into you roughly. you screamed whenever he fucks himself into you, his thick girth splitting your body apart. you stutter between your words while moaning in high pitch tone, telling him to slow down a little. he only grunts in response, flipping your body over and lifting your ass up high as he fuck himself deeper into you. he doesn't really care if you want him to slow down or stop. with the way your walls flutter around him with the increasing erotic squelching sound of your fluids and his mixed, he knows you enjoy this as much as he do. he is addicted to your pussy to the point that he brings himself to control how the sex session goes, just so that he could call you his.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, ZHONGLI

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Floyd's Nickname Analysis

We all know that they can be correlated to how they look or act, but what if they were also actions or personality traits that each person has?

Riddle- "goldfish" or "kingyo"

He's red (Trigger for Floyd). He feels bad that Riddle is trapped in a "fishbowl" and hopes for him to explore the ocean. Can get violent, unlike what he seems (goldfish eat other fish; they can be at the top of the food chain depending on what fish you consider)

Ace- "crab" or "kani"

He's spiky and red (hair and personality-wise). Eels eat them; they are great prey for them (like in the 3rd arc, with the contracts)

Deuce- "mackerel" or "saba"

Mackerels are called "blue-backed fish", which spoil easily (In Japanese it can be translated to "Fast legs". Mixed with his track/field club). In France, I think, April Fools can be called April Fish day. Mackerels can be caught a lot in April. He is kind of... Stupid (Fool)

Cater- "snapper" or "hanadai" (This is from the wiki, which is correct, but I'll explain why I can't translate this correctly)

I can't translate his name because there isn't an actual fish; there are tons of fish that are called hanadai (just to name a few; akaobihanadai, sujihanadai, nagahanadai), kind of like a sub-family (different personalities). He is the only one so far who has a more vague nickname.The ones I think about have a tall nose, which reminds me of Pinocchio, whose nose gets taller the more they lie. They are pretty though.

Some of them are called “sea goldies” (a clue about how he could have been ex-dorm leader)

They eat shrimp... Maybe one day he'll hurt us

Trey- "sea turtle" or "umi kame"

They're smart, and they can also go on land (Secret?). He's the father of Hearts, and turtles and Disney remind me of a certain sea turtle in the Nemo series. And I think turtles are smart (glasses maybe?)

Leona- "Todo" or "Sea Lion"

As it's called, he is a lion. Sea lions can go on land... I wonder if he knows something outside of the ocean (Twisted Wonderland)..? Reminds me of Grim in a way.

Ruggie- "sharksucker" or "kobanzame"

He's always with Leona, like them with sharks. They eat scraps, and look out for a chance to strike, like for food.

Jack- "sea urchin" or "uni"

He's spikey with his hair. He's different than he appears; Sea urchins look inedible, but they are rich and creamy. I mean rich as with knowledge and mild as in personality in his case. And he is from the north, where I think good sea urchins are harvested. I wonder if the orange has anything to do with his dorm color. I can't say this for sure, but rich as in money.

Jamil- "sea snake" or "umihebi"

He's a snake. And like one, he is pretty, but with poison. I wonder if Floyd knows about the snakes' hint in the mirror. Anyways, I think Floyd thinks Jamil is similar to Jade (Sea snakes can be mistaken for eels sometimes)

Kalim- "Sea Otter" or "Rakko"

I wonder if his hair was brown, and not white... They are gourmets and can't eat without their favorite rock (Jamil). And he is hunted down because he is rich... (Sea otters were hunted down for their pellets). The turban reminds me of the seaweed they wrap around.

Epel- "guppy"

Not good with bettas, and loose to them. They are sensitive with temperature; Epel get heated up sometimes and is usually cool (faking his personality)

Vil: "Betta"

They get tired after flaring too much (overblot; with the issue with Neige). Really pretty, and aggressive. Not good with mirrors because of this (Mira with Vil)

Rook: "black-tailed gull" or "umineko"

He's in the sky, compared to the ocean. They can get wild and fast when they want. He's also a hunter (they hunt fish). He also has cat eyes. (they are literally called sea cats in japanese)

Idia- "firefly squid" or "hotaruika"

They glow like his hair. That's all I can say as for now

Ortho- "sea angel" or "clione"

He is an angle, but they can change rapidly with their looks to be quite... terrifying.

Malleus- "Nudibranch" or "Umiushi"

He's kind of cute with his personality, actually, he's more fluffy than cute though. They have something that looks like 2 horns.

Lilia- "flapjack octopus" or "mendako"

Like Azul, he is strong, unlike his looks. His hair reminds me of a flapjack octopus.

Silver:"jellyfish" or "kurage"

They're usually kind of white. They can hurt a lot when they attack. Unlike the people in his dorm, he is human so his life expectancy is short compared to them.

Sebek- "crocodile" or "wani"

Probably a reference to Sobek, the Egyptian god. He does remind us of a crocodile/alligator; he eats a lot, his phase in battle, etc.

The ones he adds -kun to (Cater, Jamil, Rook, Sam, and Trey) are a bit... troublesome in some way. I think Floyd sees Twisted Wonderland as the Ocean if you couldn't tell, so if they can go on land, they either know something or correlated in some way to MC/the lands beyond it.

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I was told to bring this post back by someone... But this is how I think

But Floyd is a lot more observant than most ppl think, and I will post something about that soon

#twst theory #twisted wonderland theory #twisted wonderland #tweels #twst #floyd leech #twst floyd #twisted wonderland floyd

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Yandere Pomefiore x reader AU |Discovery for the Queen

Okay so context is here but you don't need it if you don't want to

I felt like I didn't communicate this idea clearly enough so I change some things

Mostly Rook and Vil but I'll elaborate if you ask me Btw⚠️things get pretty dark⚠️

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“(Y/n)?! From highschool!!??”

You turned to see the nicely aged Silk, a semi-popular kid you shared multiple classes with. You were surprised to see him in Pomefiore, nonetheless you let him hug you even with all the groceries you had. You had left your little cottage in order to gather ingredients for a family recipe. While excitingly sharing some tales with the visiting children you were overheard and asked to make it. And since you were watching the kids anyway you figured you might as well.

“H-hi I’m surprised to see you out here. I always took you for someone who loved city life.”

“Yeah well things have been a little hectic lately…”

He spoke of his typical sub-celebrity status coming under fire for some false claims about being racist. He continued to talk, not noticing or rather ignoring your uncomfortable darting eyes. You worriedly checked on the prespirating milk jug and you absent-mindedly nodded in hopes he’d wrap things up.

“--and they just kept making a big deal over one word I said like five weeks ago. So judgemental.”

“Well that's great but I have to go. I bought some milk and I really need to get this in the fridge soo..”

“That's cool I’ll just follow you around then.”

“E-excuse me?” You missed the part where you invited him to do such a thing.

“Yeah I mean who better to show me around then my old buddy?!”

“But I have to-”

”Great, now let's go before that spoils.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked to his car, waiting for you to go to yours. As you drove you kept an eye on him in the rear view mirror internally cursing him when he turned when you did. Slamming your door as you dragged your groceries towards your cottage you grumbled as he moved as he fell in line with your steps all the while ranting about whatever. He only stopped when the sound of a car pulling into your driveway made him slow and you internally thank whoever it was that was being the perfect distraction.

“Bonjour mon chér! I noticed you struggling!”

“Ah thanks Rook.” You let the sheriff take the remaining bags from your arms as you reached for your keys and let everyone in. Immediately you began putting the groceries away with Rook helping on the side. While leaving out some ingredients that you need to cook with he looked at Silk from the corner of his eye, opening his mouth to ask but was stopped by the man in question himself.”

“O. M. G. Rook? Like Rook Hunt, the former animal kid? Man, did everyone from school move here?”

“W-wait what? He went to Night Raven too?!”

You looked at the sheriff who was still smiling but his eyes looked annoyed as he nodded his head in greeting.

“Well it's nice to see you too, monsieur peu profond, taking a vacation from your career?”

“Finally,” he patted the sheriff’s back, “someone who knows who I am! I can’t tell you how many people I come across in this podunk small town–”

He droned on and on letting you look on at the occasionally nodding Rook. You were trying to recall where in school you might’ve seen someone that resembled the man you knew today. All you could think of was the…different blond kid that was often mocked and feared by everyone. But that couldn’t have been him because his hair was long and unruly; he was rumored to have ridiculous stats on people and he was notorious for his…creepy green eyes.

Maybe he did actually go to your highschool.

You pushed the thought aside offering them some tea as you began prepping to make your soup. Perhaps the mayor could be of assistance, after all he did say that they met in highschool…

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“Whoa you can’t tell me this place is literally a part of this dump-town.”

You swallowed the urge to yell at him as you and Rook entered the mayor's office. The sheriff said he had to complete some business anyway so he came with, enduring Silk’s insults. You could tell that he felt the same way as his smile dropped and for a moment you were worried he was going to go full on hunter on this man but thankfully the mayor intervened.

“Perhaps you meant to say rustic, potato.”

In all his glory, was Vil Schoenheit walking into the lobby with his secretary and some other townsfolk exiting that room. You went to greet him raising your hand to wave but the following words were stopped once again by the oblivious Silk.

“WHAT!? Is this where you’ve been hiding all these years!? The internet’s going to blow up with this-Hey!”

Before he could even press on the app Vil snapped his fingers and his secretary snatched the phone out of his hand. Stepping in between Silk who was reaching desperately for the device Rook continued to smile.

“As the sheriff I’m going to ask that you refrain from recording our mayor. And on that note aren’t you supposed to be taking a break off of the internet.”

“Ugh fine..I guess.”

You abandoned greeting your friend and instead tried to talk to him again only for Silk to once again interrupt.

“So Vil-”

“SO LIKE How’ve you been? It's been ages since highschool and you’ve gotta be pounding some serious p-”

You were done. While he was distracted with Vil you silently dismissed yourself to your car, hurriedly trying to start your car. You blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. Why were you crying? Why were you being so sensitive? It's not like you weren’t used to being pushed aside…being ignored…You did a quick swipe at your eyes and took the car out of park and into reverse only to be stopped by Vil who just seemed to appear at the window.

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“...I did but I’ll just text you later.”

Wordlessly the former model reached over you and put the car in park once again. Stopping to let his hand rest on your seat buckle effectively caging you to give you that look.

“..You’re giving me that look again…”

“Because I know you want to say something and as…your friend I don’t want you to suffer like that.” He seemed to choke on the words at somepoint but maintained the eye contact you dreaded. You tried to look deeper into his violet eyes and you found yourself relenting when you saw that commanding determination.

“D-did you know we went to the same highschool, Night Raven?”

He didn’t immediately answer, flickering to the building almost accussingly before dipping his head.

“I did..I assume the Silkworm said something.”

“H-he did,” something in you felt wrong confirming but you pressed on. “Why didn’t you say something, unless you were mad I wouldn’t remember or something?”

Vil once again flickered his eyes to the building before laying it all out for you.

“I’m sure all caterpillars are embarrassed to be seen as the inching, ugly thing that they are. Until their final transformation to the glorious creature you see today. I needed some time to get there and I didn’t want to disgust you.”

“Ah Vil, you could never.” You brought your hand to rest on top of Vil’s manicured own, looking into his eyes once more as he stared back with wide-eyes.”I would’ve loved you no matter what you were like. That's part of the beauty of knowing someone for so long, I can see more than anyone how far you’ve come. From learning your own mistakes and setting a different course for your life.”

You exhaled, tired and proud that you were totally able to protagonist your way into your friend's heart who had begun to smile at you. He crossed his arms to lean himself on your open window, still smiling with what looked to be giddy.

“Loving, huh?”

“Sorry if that was cheesy, but I meant it.”

He chuckled and looked like he wanted to say something only to hear the slam of his mayor’s office door open. It was Silk, storming out with his hair in disarray and angrily clutching onto his phone. Spotting you he slotted himself in the same window Vil was just leaning into.

“We have to go! These nut jobs are out of control and you know what, I’m done with this internet ban! I am going to record! I am going to post! I’ll need an internet connection…”

“W-well it was…great to see you again but I have to go” You tried to leave him hoping he’d finally go on his way.

“It’s cool I’ll see you back at the house.” “What?!”

“What?”

“Sacre bleu!”

You, Vil, and Rook seemed to be on the same page about this man fighting it within you to not let out a frustrated scream.

“Don’t you all look so surprised, I need an internet connection to do this.” He walked off going into his car skirting away before any of you could protest. A groan of silence fell over you three before Vil spoke.

“I think he should be invited to the town-hall meeting. Rook could you?”

“Already did, Roi du Poison. (Y/n) will you be willing I wouldn’t mind coming over to ‘surveil for vermin.’”

You got what he was trying to say and at this rate you would need him and the whole town to get Silk off your back.

“Thanks Rook, I’d appreciate it.”

Once again your precession left the mayor’s estate in hopes of getting to your house before Silk destroyed it.

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“WHATS-UP GUYS HERE WITH ANOTHER VIDEO–”

This had been going on for too long without a sign of stopping watching this grown man stomp around your house as he shared way too much of his life. You tried to keep your especially personal effects out of his way and even with Rook’s help you just couldn’t keep up.

So you just resigned to sitting at the counter wistfully sighing as you and Rook enjoyed some (f/d). You were just going to ignore him before feeling the tug of Silk's arm pulling you close to his chest in the light of the camera with words that made your heart sink.

“I know what you all have been saying. ‘Ah~he’s a racist.’ but think about it, how can I be when one of them is my friend. See? Say hello to everyone (Y/n)!”

You felt like throwing up. You shoved the man, ignoring his whines as he continued to perform for the camera. Running through your house you finally let go, allowing yourself to sob into the field that leads beyond your porch, where you felt truly released from the presence of the man’s proverbial stench. You let your frustration out with your own weak exterior that let this fool into your house. Cursing the part of you that couldn’t seem to remove him yourself.

You failed to realize that Rook had come from within the house to hold you tightly from behind. When you felt his presence at your back and the comforting scent of pine you turned into his chest to cry. He held you tight as you sobbed into his uniform clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. Rook let himself lean into you, sending a glance at Silk who was still inside your house fussing about how bad the internet connection was. The only comfort he got from the image was the fact that the town meeting was today and that Silk happily accepted the invitation.

Holding onto you even as you began to doze off, you sleepily asked Rook to stay longer and on any other day he would have happily agreed but, “There’s a town meeting, I have to mon chéri.”

When you protest, hazy and not fully aware he lovingly gives a peck to your unattended forehead.

“Don’t fret, I'll see you soon. Sleep, so you’ll have enough energy when the children come.” With such little coaxing you were dozing away for your late evening nap completely unaware as the sheriff’s whole visage of soothing became one of malice as he stalked to the living room where Silk was still complaining about Wifi.

“Finally, so are we going to this party or not?”

Silk spoke so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just made his darling cry themselves to sleep. Slapping on an artificial smile, Rook Hunt directed him to his car insisting he let Silk relax as he chauffeured the brat, the former classmate of his to the town hall.

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“Alright and where does this puzzle piece go?”

Finally the children were here, happily entertaining themselves all around your house having ate your family dish and preparing to head to bed. Despite outnumbering you twelve to one they were all quite well behaved but there was a hint of disorganization seeing as someone was missing.

“Oh Miss/Mister (Y/n), I miss Humphrey…I know it's his first town meeting but I just miss him.”

“Awww me too, (Y/n)!”

“Yeah, I miss him too.”

Suddenly everyone was overcome with a bout of sadness and you were only able to calm one. So you chose itty-bitty baby Rew rocking her as she scrunched up her face in preparation to ball. Soothing her amidst the noise you missed the previous action of one of the children climbing up on the mahogony coffee table to regain order.

“Then let's go see him, right now!”

The cheers and stampeding feet out your door had you running right after them as they quite easily navigated themselves to town hall. What did you expect? They had lived here all their lives mastering the ins and outs of this place better than you of course still having moved here just a short while ago. So you only expected to be scolded when they ran to the basement of the building flinging it open and running in. What you weren’t ready for was the grandiose structure beneath this building. That acted as a nosebleed section for the ones committing to something you would imagine to be revealed in books you’ve read long ago.

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“T-this is quite the weird p-party Rook…D-did y-you f-forget to bring a robe for me?”

“Nope, it's all part of the routine! No worries you won’t be cold much longer, monsieur peu profond.”

Silk was naked, told to strip for what he assumed to be easier access among a crowd of people from the town doing exactly the same. He expected this to be a frenzy of some kind, an all out fest since everyone in the town seemed to be a swinger. But no one reached for him instead moving around him as they each went to mannequins of their matching size with robes on them.

Now everyone had a robe except for him, suddenly bashful he went to cover himself while listening to Rook guide him through this dungeon-like area.

Perhaps this was a bit of foreplay? He had a growing discomfort in his chest as he felt the need to hide his phone. He couldn’t hide it well but it didn’t seem like anyone noticed as he crossed his arms and held the object to his torso.

Arriving in an elaborate room decorated in indigo tapestries with a crown-like emblem with a golden finish. He couldn’t help but gasp in awe at the regal-feel the space had. Not to mention on a throne sat Vil Schoenheit dressed in a similar robe with more golden accents and with his hood pulled down. There was someone next to him, a shorter girl with light hair and big blue eyes. He swooned a little but shook it off to maintain his composure

He had to capture it.

Pulling out his phone to snap a picture or two. Everything that he, for whatever reason, feared went down. The first picture flash and sound went off but it illuminated the balconied seats that were empty but there. The second picture directed at the glitzed out duo on a stand had its subjects and everyone around them glaring. Wordlessly his phone was snatched away by a short cloaked person who defected from the group to hand it to the pretty girl beside Vil. Silk felt the pull of other cloaked persons hold him back, dragging him away from his phone that was being inspected in the gloved hands of this seemingly bored girl.

Finally being let go he was launched into an ashy stage that immediately covered his knees, feet, and hands in disgusting soot. Standing up to avoid touching anymore of it he stood up to see some device being hooked up to his phone before watching its illuminated screen light up in the face of this girl, who grimaced as the videos loudly played. Everything he had said just hours before was being replayed for everyone and as Silk stood there in the nude he thought that perhaps he might have annoyed some if not all the people there. Different cloaked figures were gasping, sneering, and cursing at the content on his phone. Especially the girl, Vil, and Rook who were respectfully glaring at the video, glaring at his podium, and glaring at Silk with an unforgiving scowl.

“Alright, for once I’m not stalling this ceremony let's begin.” The girl–boy? spoke with disgust as he finally looked at Silk

“I agree.” The former model’s tone was certain and commanding, as he simply nodded his head for the cloaked figures to begin pulling things from a storage bin nearby. Dawning shiny elbow-reaching gloves the locals began pulling out their tools of choice.

Whips?! Paddles?!

Chains?!

So maybe a little BDSM?!

No, that wasn’t it.

Swords?!

Fire pokers, being heated up?!

Bats!?

One fellow had a bucket that he dipped a cloth in it no sooner dissolved with a fizzle and thats when he tried screaming.

“Ugh this one’s so unruly.”

“Yeah hey Sister ya brought a needle with ya didn’t ya?”

“Actually crochet pins.”

“That’ll work.”

A lot of them held him in the soot while this ‘sister’ forced his mouth shut before stabbing them into his lips effectively pinning it close and forcing Silk to swallow his screams and his own blood as Rook went to speak.

“Gather around the Plumes of Pomefiore and gaze upon the wicked waste of the clueless others. An outsider, corrupted without the blessing of your queen.”

“Burn ‘m!”

“Tear him apart!”

“Peel his skin off!”

Vil stood tall on his podium before booming out once more.

“Silence!”

They listened, bowing their heads for the speech to continue.

“As is tradition, anyone your queen refuses to accept, you have every right to exterminate them but remember this! The power of their life force must be given to your queen dedicated and devoted to your practice for this to be true! Will you do this?”

The echoed chambers roared with a resounding cry of ”Yes.” As the final chant was made by Rook, Vil, and Epel who somehow incited the kindling of a purple flame to erupt on the mini stage that Silk was writhing. Immediately he tore his mouth from the pins and had begun to screech as he felt his soul and body being drained away.

Standing he went to run off the stage only for him to be sliced at by an elongated blade. Chanting on their own with every attempt to leave the stage he was slapped, whipped, sliced to let his flesh melt within the purple flames. This cycle continued for the better half of an hour where every new attempt to leave the heated pain was met with a cloaked one’s weapon. Finally the screeching human shape began to thin and buckle, crumpling into a mishapened heap onto the stage.

The fire eventually wisped away and the people cheered as a stone being held by Vil glowed an array of colors to a halfway point before once again fading to its original color. The three on the stand took note that it was only a matter of time before they could properly harness the power of the queen, smiling to themselves when they thought of the vessel that was going to inherit the power alongside them. Their thoughts were interrupted by the silence of the crowd and the faraway children that were cheering their parents and families from above. The cloaked group below waved and hollered in tandem with their children who were steadily making their way down a flight of steps. The atmosphere was joyful even as they gathered once more to allow the shortest cloaked one pour the acid over the mishapen corpse. Cheering and praising they missed your horrified face flash in the darkness of the upper level before handing off a bundle and running away.

Before Vil could say anything Rook was in pursuit, easily snatching your trembling form as you tried to run away. Noting that the townspeople would be exiting soon he continued to hold you, completely unphased as he sat you within his car. Laying you in the backseat before climbing on top of you holding down your arms with one of his hands while the other held your mouth closed.

“Oh ma lumière, hush hush! I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” He realeased his hand resting it on your cheek as you cried hysterically

“NO!Agh! No you all just sat there and-Oh my gosh-he’s dead!”

His eyes glinted joyfully in the moonlight as he watched you once again become so exasperated and exhausted with stress you had fallen limp no longer fighting him. You let him cradle you as he kissed you along your cheeks, your lips, your eyes, your neck. It escalated to licking then, sucking, to full on marking all along your neck and chest leaving you out of breath to question:

“-wh-uy?”

He chuckled, continuing his unraveling of your garments as he spoke smoothly between his ministrations.

“It's for our future mon amour, for you to finally be a part of Roi du Poison’s plan.”

You had begun to cry again, moving your arms out from under Rook to wipe your tears away “T-to k-kill all your-your outsiders?”

“Non non to rule the world.” He spoke so plainly and so happily. It caught you off guard.

“Wh-what?!”

“Rook you couldn’t even change out of your townmeeting garbs before you ran off!”

“Désolé Roi du Posion, they were just so distraught. I felt compelled to attend to notre reine!”

The mayor sighed, flipping his hair out of the way before leaning over you to whisper deeply into Rook’s ear. Emerald eyes were on you as he smiled wider, if that was possible.

With a blush and a metaphorical tail wagging he removed himself from you, cordially handing his keys to Vil before darting back into the town hall. Vil watched him run off with a smile on his face before turning back to you, looking disheveled and confused.

“Wh-what did you say?”

“That we’d meet him at home,” reaching into the glove box before pulling out a needle filled with a mysterious indigo liquid.

“And that we’d be ready.” Holding your jaw he shoved the end of this needle to the back of your throat pushing in this liquid. And as you coughed and tried to spit it back up he held you down by your jaw, waiting until your movements became less focused. He waited until your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head to kiss your lips gently before standing up to go and drive.

“Oh darling, we have so much to talk about.”

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diejager · 1 year

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Pt 2 of the rook x female reader who knows archery, is born in December and knows a tiny bit of French ?

How they met ?

Fluff to nsfw

Sub reader plz

I've been stuck on this for a while, didn't know where it was headed but, I think it's fine now?

Ps. If you want translations, cuz I know that google translate fucks up even the simplest French sentences, tell me. I'll write it down at the end of the story.

Mon Âme Soeur

How they met

Rook Hunt x afab!reader

Cw: fluff, nsfw, cockwarming, creampie, soft sex, body worship, not proofread- tell me if I kissed a warning or smt.

Wc: 1656

Tracking was a specialty of his, silent steps and eyes catching everything that moved, from the slight buzz of Tony bees to the click of a deer's hooves. A hunter prepped for the kill, arrow drawn and sight clear on grazing animal, its delicate fur dotted with milky-white spots, thin legs that helped it frolic around clearings and past bushes, and doe eyes that seemed so big compared to its small head crowned with soft, swiping ears. A young and graceful deer was a prize well earned for a hunter, another beauty to his collection. Slowly stepping aside, around the tree he used as a hiding spot when the deer faced him, now back turned to him and heading towards a bright clearing, giving him a perfect view. One foot after the other, he advanced, shuffling closer to see what had caught the curious animal's attention. A new patch of grass perhaps, or fallen fruit from a tree too high for it to reach. Craning his head over the bark that hid the mystery, under the sun and behind the deer, he gasped. All of the above and more was what he was expected, but not this- sun peering down, past the treetops as they branched forward to greet their guest, crouched delicately over the irises painted in regal shades of purples and violets that thronged the center - where the dawn had stopped at. There, on the throne of irises, was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, pupils wide and breath caught in his throat, he felt his blood rush to his face and heart beating into his chest as if it was trying to rip itself from him to meet you.In all your splendor and ease, coaxing the fawn closer with the wave of your hand and an apple in the other, a gentle smile on your lips and caring eyes. Perhaps you didn't - couldn't - see him from the shade, but he felt a pull when he saw you, a tugging in his chest that made him drop his stance, cheeks too hot for comfort. He knew the signs, he knew them well from seeing others experiencing this, his friends, his acquaintances, or strangers, it was a pull towards his fated one - a soulmate.

He was tempted by fate, throwing away his first thoughts to touch you, to be seen by you. A soulmate meeting another in the most peaceful place he could think of. Feet still moving as quietly as he did before, he didn't want to spook you or the feeding fawn, the sight of his soulmate connecting with the forest brought him to his knees - figuratively. He took a tentative step towards the sun, boots shining under the yellow rays followed by his leg and torso, and arms, face left cloaked by his hat craned down sheepishly, his sight still glued to you. When your eyes moved upwards, meeting his own, he saw the surprise in them, widening as a spark flew between you two. A connection formed there and then, eyes locked with one another, mesmerized by the appearance of your soulmate even with the small nudge from the deer's head. Turning its head to him, doe eyes blinking knowingly at him before it skipped to the edge of the clearing, as if it knew what it did, leading Rook to you although the threat of being hunted loomed over its head.

"You-" the word left your lips in a gasp, unable to say what you wanted to, still stuck at the moment. "You're-" "Soulmate," he finished after you, breathing out loudly, finding the energy to approach you.

You mutely nodded, waiting for him in your crouched position, hand reaching out for him to hold. He met you halfway, fingers lacing yours, his shadow bending over yours as he pulled you up, arms wrapping around your waist comfortably.

"You look... magnifique," he sighed, cradling your face within his gloved hands, thumbs rubbing under your eyes with a joyous grin. "Des fleurs de lys, how fitting, elles inspirent la royauté et la passion; de l'amour et du mariage; un union."

Although his words held so much love and passion, romantic in their profound meaning and language, you hardly understood them. All you could do his embrace him the way he did with you, holding him lovingly as your lips met. The soft touch of his lips over yours, tongue lapping your lower one for permission - one that you would grant. Tongues dancing, your muscle met his, letting him explore your wet cavern. It made your knees weak, and mind numb with the explosion of emotions and sensations caught together. When you pulled away, heaving a long breath, you told him about his words, how sweet sounding they were even though you didn't understand.

"It's french, ma belle," he chuckled, whispering his name into your ear.

***

You still remember his warm caresses, his nimble fingers dancing over your skin, leaving ghosts of his kisses across your body and the thrust of his hips. Slow and sensual, hitting deeply with every move of his hip, receiving lewd moans muffled by his lips. His tongue was lithe as his body pushed against yours in a drawn-out groan and deepened the kiss with the tilt of his head.

He tasted like a sin; sinful ambrosia.

His hips were steady as he fucked you, balls slapping your slick-covered ass and puckered anus from his short exploration of the muscle. His groans mixed with your moans, his long shaft feeling the way your warm walls sucked him in, swollen lips caressing him every time he pumped.

His body felt like a drug, a sugar-coated addiction to love.

The slow thrum of his fingers on your sides reminded you of your first night, fingers laced and legs crossed so deeply that you were stuck together and you couldn't help but tug him in deeper with your words, your gazing gems, your panting lips or your writhing body under his. All you knew was that you wanted him as much as he obsessed over you, two parts of a soul matching together. You fit so well together, like the way your cunt swallowed him so easily on the first try, taking him in with a swift cant of his hips. Into warm walls, moist from foreplay and gushing from the mere sight of Rook's cock. Lingering fears vanished, and all you could think of was the way he plowed your insides, his bulbous head kissing the mouth of your cervix with every thrust and the erotic squelch when he popped out. How lewd he turned you, once untouched and reserved for nature, he worked and watched the flower bloom, blossoming into the person he loved even more. The months of archery training and French lessons, giving kisses and cuddles as extra rewards over the usual hugs and kisses he gave every hour. A show of his adoration in words and caresses, he spoke words of love ("Ta peau est si douce, si délicate et si luisante. Une beauté de la nature que je chérirai jusqu'à mon dernier souffle, n'est-ce pas, ma belle?" It was more of a statement than a question, filled with certainty.) as his hands wandered the expanse of your skin, over your soft mounds, erect nipples, and between the crevice of your breasts, touching all he could see before him.

You craved the touch of his calloused hands as much as he craved your soft whimpers and whines.

"Mon amour, " he whispered, biting into your lobe with hot pants, a breathy voice, and a deep tone. "Do you hear how filthy your body is? How tight you got?"

You keened, head thrown back and eyes rolling as you felt the rush of ecstasy, a tight knot threatening to pop as your legs twitched and babbled out praises to him.

"Cum," Rook grunted, voice strained from the vice around his shaft, tight and enticing. "Cum for me, (Name)."

Canting your hips to meet his thrusts, your nails dug into his back, fingers leaving angry lines in raw pink for him to admire in the mirror afterward. Giving a few hard thrusts, he shuddered when you came, your warm walls gripping him tightly with the full intent of milking him dry. He slowed his pace, helping you ride out your high with mewls singing his name before he chased his own, moaning into your throat as he tried fixing his erratic pumps.

"Where d-do you want me?" he asked, mouthing the junction between your neck and shoulder, hearing you babble and moan.

"Where do you want my cum, mon amour?" he asked again, thrusting at every word until you answered him.

You cried out, back arching once more from your oversensitive and swollen pussy. The threat of a second orgasm hung over you, promising to drown you in delirious pleasure.

"I-ins-aah-de!"

Your toes curled and your head knocked back roughly, a whiny gasp leaving your lips as Rook's body shook and painted your walls white with potent cum, pumping slowly in hopes of pushing his seed deeper into you. Loud pants filled your ears, and a tired sigh from him made you wrap your arms around him, embracing him lovingly after such a tedious exercise. Rook returned the gesture and rolled to his side, bringing you closer to his chest, softening cock still sheathed inside to keep his cum in. He spooned you, his size dwarfing you as he peppered your face with kisses, adoring, and teasing.

"Je t'aime, Rook," you mumbled, your accent came out strongly in French, not used to speaking in French as much as listening to Rook talk. "Moi aussi, (Name)," he chuckled, heart warming at your attempt. "Sache que je t'aime et je t'aimerai à jamais. "

He worshiped you as much as you worshiped him.

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Now I'm not having many thoughts rn, but I am thinking a lot about Rook worshipping you like you're royalty. He would do anything and everything to please you, kissing every inch of skin that you allow him to, whispering compliments and flattery in French and English, doing all that you desire with perfection. And if or when you praise him, he'd become all that more submissive, seeking more and more of your approval and acknowledgement. He'd become more eager to please until it's all that he desires. Just... Sub Rook and (body) worship is so good 🥰

#having many rook thoughts today #hes so pretty i gotta fuck him type thoughts #anyways.. subby rook 😇#spice #french fry talks #sub rook hunt

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twistmusings · 1 year

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Hey there! I really like your hard no hc’s.

Is it okay if I request pomefiore and the rest of savanaclaw boys hard no’s?

If that’s too much, just pomefiore please 😯

You're totally fine so long as you're limiting yourself to 5-6 characters!

What are their Hard Nos? - Pomefiore, Jack, and Ruggie

CW: Mentions of nude photographs, pain play, forced feminization (Epel's part), emasculation (Epel's part), pet play.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil has quite a few hard nos that have a lot to do with his profession and who he is. He knows that people pay attention to him, and no matter whether his partner is fine with the public knowing about them or not, he is generally unwilling to do anything that might bring them any ill-will from over zealous fans or harassment from reporters.

As a general rule, anything that would lead to marks on his body where they would be visible are entirely out of the question. For example, while he wouldn't really mind having shibari done on his torso, he wouldn't be willing to risk any form of rope marks on his arms since he sometimes wears sheet or short sleeved clothing. He understands, though, if 'marking' him gets his partner off, so he is more than willing to come up with some workarounds if they are willing to work with him.

He is very particular with his face. He doesn't like having things on his face (save for maybe cum), so things like gags and muzzles are a no go. Blindfolds are... tentative.

He will never let his partner take photos of him. At least not on their phone. He might be more willing to allow it with a polaroid if he trusts them 100% and knows that they will be the only person to ever see them, but otherwise there's too much risk that comes with nude photos being a celebrity. Phones are not secure, at least not secure enough for him. He's known too many colleagues who have had their nudes leaked to take the risk.

He is squicked out by things having to do with spit. He doesn't like being spit on even as lubricant, and finds it exceptionally gross on his skin. It's basically an immediate turn-off.

Epel Felmier

Epel is kind of vanilla. He definitely has a few things that would creep into kink territory, but he has many, many other things that he simply doesn't get the appeal of. He will humor a lot of things, though, if his partner asks him, even if he doesn't get much out of it.

A big no for Epel is forced feminization kinks. If his partner asks, he would more than happily wear something feminine for them and doesn't even mind if they want to call him by feminine pet names in the bedroom. Even if he knows it's all fictional and they would never actually want to do it to him by force, something still really icks him out about it. He just doesn't like feeling like he's being forced to be more feminine than he's comfortable with and not being allowed to be feminine at his own speed. Similarly, he would draw the line very hard at emasculation.

He would have a really, really hard time getting into pet play. He doesn't see the appeal at all, and especially when playing as something like a cow or horse, he would just end up feeling like an actual farm animal. Not in a fun way.

While he will do it, he's really not a fan of begging. He prefers his partners don't expect him to beg for things.

Rook Hunt

Rook is honestly kind of a freak. There are very few things that he wouldn't entertain in some form.

One that he would probably draw the line at would be entire immobilization. He also would struggle with having something in place to keep him from being able to hear. He relies so much on his senses and stays in fight or flight mode most of the time so it makes him deeply uneasy to feel entirely defenseless.

Not a no, but he would truly kind of suck at degrading his partners. He has a hard time bringing himself to say anything truly bad about them-- now blunt and a bit insensitive? Yeah, sure, but actually calling them names and putting them down is a different beast entirely.

His hair is sensitive, so he isn't a huge fan of his partner pulling his hair if they don't discuss it with him beforehand.

Jack Howl

Jack has a lot of limits... or at least, things that he thinks are limits that might not be entirely true. I'll explain a bit more on that in a moment as I go through examples, but the general takeaway should be that Jack is more open-minded that he might first get credit for.

Most things that might be considered a bit... edge: sounding, pain play, risk-aware consensual kink, multiple partners, all of these are things that Jack's gut reaction would be no. He's... a little too noble for his own good. He tends to say no to things without actually considering them and ends up back pedaling on them eventually once he has time to consider them more carefully. For example, he would actually be pretty into sounding in practice, but he's urged to say no because he assumes it will feel bad without even knowing about the specifics or doing any research.

I would say his only actual hard no would be pet play and collars, leashes, anything in that realm. He gets very uncomfortable with the idea that his partner might actually view him as a pet instead of a person.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is somewhere in the middle-- he's willing to hear some things out but he has others that will be an automatic no from him.

To start with... he isn't a fan of wearing dresses, or, costumes in general for that matter. He doesn't think there's anything wrong if someone else does like it, he just finds them a little too breezy and open and he isn't a fan.

He doesn't like the feeling of being restrained and fully immobilized. He wouldn't mind his hands being cuffed or tied, but anything more than that would be a no.

He doesn't mind playing a submissive role and serving a partner, but if a partner wants to serve him, he doesn't really know what to do with it. It's not a no, perse, but he won't be very good at it at all.

This is not a no at all, but he would be into feeding for probably the wrong reasons, honestly. Like "No, please don't give me another bite, I'm stuffed I can't take any more." while opening his mouth more than happy to accept food because he's a bit of a glutton sort of deal.

He will say no to being hit with anything more intense than a hand or flog. It's too intense for him past that point and entirely unenjoyable.

#answered;;#nsfw;;#vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #dom/sub #pain play

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